Since I was a child I’ve hated Turkey Dressing. It gagged me - mushy, foul tasting wet bread that no cranberry sauce or giblet gravy could help. Still, I took a bite every year because I know that taste changes. I’ve awaited the day it would - but never did, taste as wonderfull as everyone said it should. It is amazing how appalled friends can be that one does not like the simple pleasure of Turkey Dressing!
I hear that I make an excellent dressing. Every year, I make a different recipe for those who feast at my home… Some with oyster, some with pecan, some with mushroom, every year a new recipe, searching for one that I may enjoy as well.
I don’t even taste it as I make it, I just follow a new recipe. The Dressing lovers I know always love it (they say, or they could be being nice), but I always hate it.
But this year, I found it! Why had I not discovered it as a child? Why have I avoided it all these years? My mothers recipe.
My mothers recipe.